"We" are always bound. There is no "Man"; only illusion of thereof. Since the beginning... ...All that is perpetuated is true, and all that is created untrue. "Man" is a virus, to an extent -- much more so a chaotic property -- where in we thrive off of pestering the universe's natural laws and systems with false premises and facades. We live better in lies and facades, than in truth and freedom. The reason why is because all that comes is chaos -- all that seems otherwise is an illusion. We never knew what "I" was, or what defined us. Our preferences are a conglomeration of informational roles filled intrinsically and computationally. We want to assume that our favorite colors, foods, or other things is a symbol of ourselves, but it is not; colors are a distinction like it is extrinsically towards the realm of the living. This is why we never can grasp ourselves, for we are chaos, and mysterious as the world itself. There's only one conclusion to settle with -- as vapid as it sounds -- we're miniature space rocks rolling in a sea of cosmos. I forgot to mention that questioning ourselves is when our imprisonment begins. So to think, why would gaining free will imprison us, unless the illusion is freedom, but the state of the illusion is solitary confinement. People that are locked up have found freedom -- that's the illusion. We cannot break free -- we can only chain ourselves by thinking we have to break free. Break free from what? We thrive off of chaos and disorder. Trying to control this is what makes us humans -- being human is being imprisoned. Being imprisoned in a world where all is systematical isn't necessarily a wrong way to live; it's quite right.